The room was dim, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside, casting a faint golden glow through the window. The night was quiet, save for the steady rhythm of their breathing, slow and in sync.

Tanizaki lay on his side, his head propped up by one arm as he looked down at Atsushi beside him. Atsushi was facing him, his silver hair fanned out against the pillow, golden eyes half-lidded with exhaustion but still watching Tanizaki in that quiet way of his, as if memorizing him.

For a while, neither of them spoke. There was no need to. The warmth between them, the shared silence—it was enough.

Tanizaki reached out, letting his fingers trace lightly over Atsushi’s cheek, down to his jaw. Atsushi didn’t flinch away; if anything, he leaned into the touch, his lashes fluttering at the contact.

“You’re thinking too much again,” Tanizaki murmured, his voice quiet in the stillness.

Atsushi huffed a soft laugh. “I always think too much.”

Tanizaki smiled, his thumb brushing against the curve of Atsushi’s cheek. “Then stop. Just for tonight.”

Atsushi exhaled slowly, his gaze searching Tanizaki’s for something unspoken. And then, without a word, he shifted closer, burying his face against Tanizaki’s chest, his arms coming up to loosely drape around him.

Tanizaki’s breath caught, but he recovered quickly, wrapping an arm around Atsushi’s waist and holding him there. “You’re warm,” Atsushi mumbled, voice drowsy now, muffled against Tanizaki’s shirt.

Tanizaki pressed a quiet kiss to the top of his head. “So are you.”

Atsushi’s grip tightened for just a moment before he relaxed completely, his breathing evening out, his body fitting perfectly against Tanizaki’s like he belonged there.